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Suguru looked into the mirror and fussed with his hair, still not able to get it to lay exactly how he wanted it to. With a huff, he combed through it and pulled the top half up with a hair tie. Good enough, he shrugged. He’d really wanted to look a bit more put together, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care much. It’s his birthday, dammit! He should be going out to a bar and drinking and singing karaoke with his friends—the same friends who, ironically, convinced him to come to this stupid mixer.
When the idea was presented to him, Suguru had said no. Alas, Shoko had this insane ability to wear him down. Kento said he didn’t care if he came or not, to just let him know so that he could update the RSVP count for his dad. Apparently this was some important thing for their parents’ work, an annual event to discuss business opportunities amongst different companies.
It all sounded so dull. Not to mention the fact that he’d stuffed himself into a suit for the first time since prom, which really clashed with his usual style. They were lucky to get him into something fancy, but he refused to take out his piercings. Silver glinted in his eyebrow, nose, lip, and both ears. He’d at least changed his usual gauges with skulls out for plain black ones—that was the best they were getting. The rest of his piercings… well, they couldn’t be seen anyway. Suguru glanced longingly at the pile of clothes on the nearby chair, wishing he could slip on a pair of black jeans and one of his band tees, but Shoko would probably beat his ass if he showed up like that to what was supposed to be a “high scale mixer”. Why did he think he could be friends with nepo babies?!
He sighed and shook his head. Shoko and Kento aren’t nepo babies—just because they’re set to take over their parents’ companies doesn’t make them bad. They were actually some of the coolest and hard working people his age that he’d met. Suguru grabbed his keys and helmet, locking the door to his apartment behind him before heading down to his parked motorcycle. He slipped the helmet on, checked his phone, and then slid out onto the road, weaving through cars.
Happy twenty-third to me.
*****
The moment Suguru stepped foot into the large building, he knew he should’ve ditched and gone to a bar. (Un)Fortunately for him, Shoko spotted him and immediately dragged him further inside, introducing him to some random people. They were all boring, as anticipated, and Suguru politely smiled and nodded his way through conversation with each of them before they finally left to discuss something with other benefactors or CEOs or whoever the fuck else deemed themselves important enough to be here.
Suguru turned to Shoko. “Please tell me there’s a bar here, because I need a drink if you expect me to stay any longer.”
“You’re so dramatic,” she laughed, jerking her head to her left. “C’mon, it’s this way.”
He followed her to a large bar that had three bartenders behind it, all taking orders and mixing drinks quickly. He leaned over the countertop, ignoring the disapproving frown he got from the older woman sitting beside him, and ordered an old fashioned. The bartender made quick work of it, and within two minutes he had a glass in his hand, the sweet burn of alcohol coating his throat and warming his stomach.
“So,” he looked around as he and Shoko wandered aimlessly through the crowds of people. “Anyone interesting here?”
She groaned. “And by that you mean—”
“Men who wanna fuck yes that’s what I mean.” Suguru finished her sentence. “Hook me up with someone preferably not coughing up dust.”
Shoko shook her head. “It’s mainly just old married men, Suguru.”
“Bullshit. You forced me to come to this stupid thing, so you’re gonna help me out.”
“I didn’t force you, and I’m serious.” She stared at Suguru, but he didn’t budge, and she sighed. “There’s like, maybe three eligible guys, all the rest are married or straight.”
Suguru turned to where she pointed with her chin, seeing a man about their age, maybe a bit younger.
Shoko continued. “That’s the CEO’s son for the company Kento’s family works with. He’s a year younger than us and, as far as I know, into dudes. Then there’s my dad’s assistant,” she gestures to the right and Suguru followed her line of sight. “He’s like twenty-seven? ish? I’m not sure, but he went on a date last month with one guy from HR and it ended up being this whole scandal—” She waved a hand dismissively. “Whatever, doesn’t matter. He’s available.”
“And the third?” Suguru raised his eyebrows, and Shoko sighed.
“I don’t actually know a third, I was just guesstimating.”
Suguru pouted dramatically and then looked between his two options. Neither seemed particularly up his alley. Perhaps he’d be better off ditching early to find someone at a bar? He’d just begun to ponder the idea more when a head of stark-white hair caught his eye. It stood out from every other head of old man white hair because—well, because it literally stood out by about a foot above almost everyone in the crowd. If Suguru had to guess, its owner was probably six feet, maybe six-two, and when he turned around Suguru felt his breath stolen from his lungs. This man was beautiful.
“Who the fuck is that.”
Shoko hummed in response, moving closer to his side to follow his line of sight. “Oh, Gojo? He’s the head of Gojo Energies, they’re pretty big. My dad told me he was invited this year, but then again he’s always invited. I just assumed he wouldn’t show, like last year and the year before and the year before…” Shoko trailed off. “Wait, why—no. Suguru.”
“Huh?” He ripped his eyes from the man's side profile, the strong jaw and nose leaving an afterimage in his mind. “Sorry I’m listening, promise.”
She stared at him, her face a deadpan expression that radiated disbelief. “You know, I want to convince myself that you’re not dumb enough to go after someone twice your age and so prominently important, but somehow I can’t find it in my heart to doubt your stupidity.”
“Hey!” Suguru frowned. “That’s mean.”
“Is it mean if it’s the truth?” She let out a disgruntled noise when Suguru slapped her shoulder, rubbing it.
“Don’t be dramatic, I barely tapped you. Besides, in all your explanations so far, you haven’t said that he’s straight.”
Shoko sighed. “I don’t know. He’s fifty-two, I think. He’s not married, he doesn’t date, at least not that I’ve heard… I’ve never even seen speculations that give any ideas to who a secret lover could be. He’s just…” She shrugged. “on his own.”
Suguru felt a familiar tingle down his spine, one that he recognized all too well.
Ah, curiosity. Welcome back, my old friend.
First, he needed an excuse to get near Gojo, and then he needed a way to gauge if he liked men or not. Usually his gaydar was pretty spot on, but it had been a while since he had to doubt himself. Normally he just walked into a bar and could tell. Unfortunately, all the repetitive black and navy blue suits made it a little hard to discern based on fashion, so he’d have to figure something else out.
Suguru downed the rest of his drink, his lips twisting at the sharp burn of alcohol, before making his way back to the bar and leaving Shoko groaning behind him. He wasn’t worried about her—she’d find Kento and enjoy herself and ignore Suguru and his antics. He had more important things to do than cater to her, anyway.
After a quick order of another drink—he’d instructed the bartender to give his most… fruity drink, which resulted in a tall skinny glass of pink liquid with a slice of pineapple and one lone cherry—he steeled his nerves and walked back out into the throng of people, making his way closer to Gojo. He stood on the fringes of the group, and when Gojo excused himself and turned around, Suguru acted.
With a small tilt of his glass toward himself, it was almost too easy to run into Gojo, letting half of the drink spill onto his coat jacket.
“Oh shit—” Suguru pretended to be surprised, fumbling with the glass and grabbing at a nearby cloth napkin.
“I’m so sorry,” Gojo frantically grabbed another cloth and began to blot at Suguru’s dress coat. “I’m such a klutz, I swear.”
“No, it’s okay, I should’ve watched where I was walking.” Suguru chuckled. “I have a tendency to forget my head in the clouds, you know?” He finally looked up to Gojo’s face and was met with the most stunning blue eyes he’d ever seen. They were the most peculiar shade, catching the light in the room and seeming to constantly shift. They cycled through so many colors: cornflower, cerulean, azure, sapphire—it felt as if Suguru couldn’t pinpoint one specific blue, each hue speckled into his irises for him to admire.
Gojo sighed and blotted Suguru’s coat a few more times before tossing the cloth napkin onto the table. “I’m really so sorry. Let me replace your drink, it’s the least I can do.”
Suguru shook his head. “Really don’t worry about it. I probably wouldn’t have finished it anyway.”
“Oh? What were you drinking?” Gojo looked at the glass, and those beautiful eyes widened. “Is that a pink hawaiian?”
Is that what the bartender made him? “Uh, yeah. How’d you guess?”
Gojo smiled politely. “You have good taste. I used to drink those. It takes a real man to drink a pink drink and not care what others think.” He winked at Suguru, a small playful gesture that sent Suguru’s thoughts to the darkest horniest corners of his mind even though it wasn’t meant to.
Suguru cleared his throat. “A real man, hm? You happen to know any?”
Gojo laughed, the sound a bit higher pitched than he’d expected. “You’re quite the comedian.” He extended his hand. “I am Gojo Satoru.”
Satoru.
Suguru just knew that name would feel heavenly rolling around his mouth, coating his tongue in sweetness and spilling from his lips. He grabbed Gojo’s hand, shaking it firmly. His skin was extremely soft, his fingers long and elegant. “Geto Suguru. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.” Gojo looked back at the mess of wet bunched up cloth on the table and sighed. “Why don’t I accompany you to the men’s room? I need a break from all this crap anyhow.”
Suguru smiled. “Lead the way.”
The bathroom was somehow even more lavish than the rest of the venue—so much so, Suguru had to keep himself from gawking. Though he didn’t do a very good job, since Gojo seemed to notice immediately.
“Not a usual attendee?”
Suguru sighed and shook his head, peeling off his damp coat and assessing it. “I’m only here because my friends’ parents have companies meeting for the mixer. I’m just the charity case they drag around.”
Gojo chuckled. “I’m sure if they’ve kept you around long enough, then you’re much more than just a charity case to them.”
“Yeah.” Suguru felt his lips pull into a smile. “They’re the best friends I could ask for, really.”
Gojo reached out to Suguru’s coat, his slender fingers brushing Suguru’s as he sighed. “I can pay for the dry cleaning if you’ll send me an invoice. I’d hate to make you deal with that when I was the one who ran into you.”
“Taking me to the bathroom alone, spending money on me… If you’re not careful, a guy could get the wrong idea.” Suguru smiled playfully, but inside his stomach twisted as he waited to see Gojo’s reaction.
A moment passed before Gojo let loose another bout of that beautiful laughter, his hand coming up to cover his mouth. “My, you’re very straightforward aren’t you?”
Suguru shrugged. “I like to call things how I see them. No point to me in taking the safe and easy way. Honesty being the best policy, and all.” Ignoring the fact that I fabricated our entire meeting, but that’s unimportant. “So?”
“So?” Gojo echoed, his fingers drumming on the sink countertop. “If I were a betting man—which I am, both fortunately and unfortunately—I’d say you’re barely what… twenty-five? Six? You are aware I am old enough to be your father, yes?”
Suguru ignored that comment. “My bike is parked outside if you’d like a little joyride, Mr. Gojo.”
“I don’t keep a spare helmet on me, unfortunately.”
“You can borrow mine.”
“That doesn’t sound very safe for you.”
“I believe we already established I’m not particularly interested in anything safe.”
Their eyes bore into each other, a silent standoff to see who would break first. Suguru counted fifteen painfully long seconds before Gojo smiled again.
“These events are dreadfully boring, aren’t they?”
“A pain in my ass,” Suguru agreed, “and it’s the only one I’ve ever been to.”
“Me too.” Gojo whispered. “I’d very much like to leave already.”
Suguru lowered his voice to match Gojo’s. “Then let’s leave.” The words were scarcely out his mouth before Gojo was opening the bathroom door, letting Suguru grab his dress coat and beeline for the front door. He managed to text Shoko and Kento and tell them not to wait up, at least, which he applauded himself for remembering as Gojo pulled his helmet on. Suguru took advantage of the situation and pulled him closer by the chin of the helmet, relishing in the small surprised sound it gained him as he fiddled with the strap and tightened it.
“Just so you know, I’ve got some… body mods, in certain places. If that freaks you out, I’d like my helmet back before your pretty face runs off into the night.”
Gojo’s eyes searched his, an unsure look on his face. “Like the piercings in your ears and face?”
Suguru smiled. “Among other places. And my tongue.” He winked and let his tongue peek out playfully, the two split ends of it pulling apart and then back together. There was a sharp intake of breath from Gojo, but he didn’t leave, instead clearing his throat and tilting his head up a bit for Suguru to buckle the helmet into place.
It should seem intimidating with Gojo’s height looming over him by a good four or five inches, but his presence was much less overwhelming than he’d let on. He seemed soft and unsure, and Suguru stopped for a moment to think about it, but ended up pushing through the doubt to finish securing the strap. He steadied the bike, letting Gojo mount it behind him, and then those long arms wrapped around his waist tightly. Suguru had to fight with himself not to drag Gojo into the nearest alley, impatient and not wanting to wait until they made it to Suguru’s apartment. But just one thought of those blue eyes and that gorgeous face made him take a deep breath—someone that pretty deserved to be fucked into oblivion on a bed, not a brick wall next to a dumpster.
The ride to his apartment was a short one—partly because Suguru sped the entire time, partly because whatever deity watched over him decided to give him a break and six green lights in a row—and before he knew it he was opening his front door, his lips locked with Gojo’s as he led him to the bedroom. Slender hands groped at his arms and shoulders the entire time, their heavy breaths mingling. Suguru threw the bedroom door open, pulling Gojo in and grabbing his waist. The taller man had evidence of muscles, but he was a bit leaner for sure. Nothing that would stop Suguru and his countless hours of working out in Kento’s father’s gym from throwing Gojo around like a ragdoll. He liked the idea as it formed in his mind, and he hoped for Gojo’s sake that he wasn’t too fragile—Suguru wanted the chance to properly break him apart before his body gave out.
Gojo seemed to have the same idea, because his kisses became more frantic and rough, his hands tangling themselves in Suguru’s hair and pulling at it in an attempt to get closer. It made Suguru chuckle, seeing such a well put-together man fall apart with just a little making out. How would he react when Suguru really got his hands on him?
Suguru pulled at Gojo’s body, walking backwards toward the bed without breaking their kiss. He felt the mattress hit the back of his knees, and he finally pulled away from Gojo, chuckling at the older man’s attempt to follow his lips, seeking the heat they’d created. Suguru reached up and grabbed Gojo’s tie, tugging it ever so lightly downward. He’d barely put any force behind it, but Gojo dropped to his knees between Suguru’s legs in an instant, carpet padding Gojo’s drop.
Suguru tutted. “Don’t hurt yourself, baby.” He grabbed a pillow from behind him and placed it between his legs. “I like the view, I think I’ll keep you here a while. Make yourself comfortable.”
Gojo looked down, his eyes leaving Suguru’s sight, and irritation spiked through Suguru. No, that just wouldn’t do. He wanted to see those eyes every second he could, even if it meant Gojo needed to work a little harder than usual. He was a CEO—he could handle a little challenge.
Suguru yanked at his tie again, forcing Gojo’s neck forward a bit and making him look back up. “Eyes on me, sweetheart. I wanna see you.”
The loud gulp as Gojo swallowed made Suguru chuckle darkly, watching in amusement as Gojo reached forward blindly to grab the pillow, situating it under his knees. Only when he got settled did Suguru let go of his tie, bringing his leg up to push it against Gojo’s chest. He applied pressure, watching the way the older man leaned into it to avoid being toppled backwards. He was quiet as Suguru backed off and trailed his foot downward. He dragged the toe of his dress shoe across Gojo’s abdomen and towards his groin, speaking as he moved agonizingly slowly.
“You know, it’s my birthday today.”
Gojo’s mouth parted, his eyes flicking up to Suguru’s face from where they’d been trained on his leg. “Yeah?”
Suguru nodded. “I was beginning to wonder if I’d even get a decent present.” He let his foot drag lower, lower…. “Do you know what I want?”
Gojo shook his head almost imperceptively, his voice coming out in a scratchy whisper. “What?”
“I wanna make you feel good.” Suguru forced himself to lock his eyes on Gojo’s face as he pressed down onto his groin, relishing the way it made the white-haired man groan and bite his lip, head tipping forward. “Think you could help me with that?”
Gojo nodded his head frantically, a hand coming up to grab Suguru’s leg, and Suguru smiled. “I was hoping you’d agree. But first you gotta make me feel good, baby. Scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours.” Suguru rocked his foot forward and back, pressing his sole into Gojo’s hard-on. Gojo whimpered, rocking his hips upward as best he could, trying to meet Suguru’s rhythm. Suguru pulled his foot away and spread his legs, leaning back on one hand and unbuckling his belt with his other. “Come make me feel good, and you’ll get your reward.”
Those soft slender fingers were on Suguru’s belt in a flash, pulling at the leather and fabric in a clumsy attempt to shed the layers separating Suguru’s skin from the air. It was cute, watching him fumble with it, Suguru lifting his hips to help Gojo pull his pants down, taking his boxers with it in one swift movement. Suguru was… well endowed, as some might put it, decently thick and uncut, adorned with a small silver ring in his foreskin underneath. Though he’d never felt compelled to measure it, he knew that the men he’d been with before all enjoyed it, once they got past that ‘oh god it will never fit’ moment and realized Suguru could make them feel better than they’d ever felt before. It never got old, seeing that small flash of apprehension mixed with hunger in the eyes of his hookups, and tonight was no different. Gojo’s bright blue eyes widened as they took him in, bearing that same look others had before. Somehow, he made it look even sexier. Suguru needed to see those eyes filled with tears and choking on him now.
Gojo licked his lips, glancing up briefly before leaning in, taking Suguru in his hand. The touch was heavenly, his fingers cold but his palm warm, wrapping around his length and giving an experimental squeeze. Suguru watched as Gojo slowly stroked him a few times, watching the way his tip slid out and then hid again, before pulling all the way down and staring at his exposed head, leaning forward and placing a small kiss to it. Suguru let himself groan, let the sound spur Gojo on and give him the confidence to go further, letting the skin fall back into place. His soft pink lips closed around the head and sucked lightly, spit quickly dribbling down the sides of Suguru’s dick. Gojo’s mouth was as heavenly as he imagined it would feel.
He let the older man work his way up and down for a few minutes, Suguru’s fingers carding through his perfectly coiffed hair to mess it up a bit. His control was quickly fraying, though, and he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back for much longer. He wanted to get a little rough, see how much his new friend could handle.
His train of thought was derailed as Gojo pulled all the way back until only the tip was in his mouth, his tongue snaking beneath Suguru’s foreskin and rubbing against his frenulum for a moment before swirling it around the tip. The motion tore a low groan from him, pleasure lighting his nerves in complex patterns. It was almost too intense, the sudden direct stimulation after such slow and subtle pleasure making him feel overly sensitive. He could only stand it for a second longer before he gripped Gojo’s hair and pulled him off, watching the way the older man whined and stuck his tongue out further for another taste. The sight made Suguru want to let him go back to it, gritting his teeth against the sensitive sharp twinges of pleasure, but he maintained his composure, using his grip as leverage to manipulate Gojo’s head around, inspecting his face. Drool spilled down his chin and onto his pants, his eyes flitting restlessly between Suguru’s face and cock.
“What do you want?” Gojo looked away and bit his lip, but Suguru pulled his hair a bit to get his attention. “Use your words, sweetheart.”
Gojo made a small sound in the back of his throat and looked down at Suguru’s dick. “Can I have it back, please?”
Suguru chuckled and let go of his hair. “Well when you ask so politely, how can I say no? Just be careful underneath, it’s more sensitive.”
Gojo nodded and took Suguru back into his mouth, pulling the ring on his foreskin with his teeth a little before moving on to trace around the head, keeping it half exposed from beneath his foreskin. His touch was lighter this time, a soft wet feather brushing against Suguru’s tip. The sensation was much more bearable than before, especially now that Suguru had seen it coming first.
Gojo toyed with him for a few seconds like that before taking Suguru in deep again, bobbing his head up and down at a fast pace. Whenever Suguru’s dick went too deep, the wet choking sound Gojo made only served to harden Suguru even more. He only made it a few more minutes before he gently pulled Gojo off again, caressing his face.
“Good boy, you did so good,” Suguru praised him, distracting Gojo with words as he pulled him to the bed, turning and guiding Gojo to sit down with him. It took a moment to get them set up right, since Gojo seemed determined to kiss into Suguru’s mouth once again, but after a bit of maneuvering Suguru grabbed both of their cocks with one hand, slowly pumping them against each other. Gojo let out a soft gasp, and Suguru swallowed the noise down like sweet sticky honey. Gojo was so sweet.
“G-Geto—” Gojo broke off into a whimper and grabbed Suguru's hand. “Too fast!”
Suguru smiled against his lips, letting go. “Why don’t you do it then, baby?” He wrapped his arms around Gojo and gripped at his ass to keep him steady. Reluctantly, Gojo took them both into his hand. He slowly slid up and down, but he seemed to be having trouble keeping his grip. Suguru reached down and grabbed his other hand, moving it between them. “Use both if you need to.”
Gojo whimpered, but obeyed. A hand wrapped around either side of them and held on firmly, getting them off in a series of jerky strokes. Suguru captured his lips again, kissing him breathless as Gojo tried to keep up, his hips bucking into his fist a few times before he started panting.
“Close—I’m close,” He gasped into Suguru’s open mouth, his hands tightening. Suguru quickly moved his hand to Gojo's, stopping him, and Gojo whined, trying to continue. “Why’d you do that??”
Suguru kissed him again, slowly, and the man melted in his hold. When they separated, Suguru placed a series of small pecks down his neck, speaking softly. “I don’t want you to come until I’m inside of you.”
Gojo moaned, but pulled away. “I don’t know if…” He bit his lip.
“You’re awful shy for such a grown man,” Suguru chuckled, but Gojo just looked away. Suguru felt his eyebrows furrow, fingers coming up to tilt Gojo’s chin to look him in the eyes. “Do you not want to continue? We can stop at any time.”
“No!” Gojo blurted out, his eyes going wide. “No, I don’t want to stop, it’s just…” He cleared his throat, and his face began to flush the prettiest shade of red before he whispered. “I’m a… you know. I’ve never done it.”
Suguru blinked at him. “But you just—and your age, I just assumed—I mean, really?”
Gojo nodded.
Suguru felt the last bit of his blood shoot from his brain to his dick, the pulse almost painful. “Fuck, baby. That’s—You have no idea how badly I want to ruin you.”
Gojo bit his lip again, and this time a small spot of ruby red smeared across his lower lip. “I’d like that. Just, um, go slow? Please?”
Suguru kissed him tenderly, tasting the copper blooming as he sucked on Gojo’s bottom lip. “I’ll make it good, I promise.”
He turned them so that Gojo was lying down on his back and lowered himself to the bed on his stomach, pushing Gojo’s legs up. “Can I eat you out, sweetheart?”
Gojo nodded, and Suguru didn’t delay any longer. He let his tongue drag over Gojo’s hole slowly, listening to the soft intake of breath as he did so. Gojo sounded so perfect. He placed a few small kisses around the area, paying special attention to his perineum and sucking the small spot repeatedly when it caused Gojo to gasp out tiny moans. He worked his way back down and let his spit pool in his mouth, pushing his tongue inside and letting the two halves move around, trying to help Gojo loosen up a bit.
The older man began to squirm, and when Suguru looked up between his legs, Gojo was covering his face with his hands and groaning, his hips pushing down onto Suguru’s face. Suguru was going to make this man feel so good, he’d be ruined for anyone else. He felt a sudden surge of obsession overtake him. No, it was possession. Gojo was his, nobody else’s.
And Suguru takes very good care of his belongings.
Suguru stuck his tongue out further, trying to reach as deep as he could and humming before pulling out, saliva coating Gojo’s hole. Suguru lifted his fingers to Gojo’s mouth. “Suck.”
There was a split moment where confusion flickered across Gojo’s face before he complied, mouth closing around Suguru’s first two fingers and laving over them. Suguru pulled them out with a wet pop and pressed against Gojo’s hole.
“Still with me baby?” Gojo nodded, and Suguru applied a bit more pressure, rocking his fingers back and forth without breaching him. “I’m gonna need a verbal answer, Satoru. Do you want me to continue?”
Gojo moaned at the sound of his voice growling deep from Suguru’s chest, and he nodded frantically as he spoke. “Yes, yes please keep going, I’m okay.”
Suguru pressed gently in, letting Gojo’s body do most of the work. His hole sucked him in so greedily, and it barely took thirty seconds before Suguru was to the base of his knuckles. He sat there for a second, gently wiggling his fingers to let Gojo get used to it, before he started searching.
The good thing about older men is, it’s always easy to find what he’s looking for—and even easier to abuse that knowledge.
Suguru prodded gently against Gojo’s prostate, grinning when the older man cried out. He slowly fucked his fingers in and out, making sure to rub against that sensitive spot each time he did so. When Suguru spit on his hole and added a third finger, Gojo barely noticed, now grinding his hips in small circles on Suguru’s hand. He let Gojo enjoy himself a second longer before he removed his hand, wiping it on the sheets beside them and reaching for the lube he kept in his bedside table.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, sweetheart. Try to relax.” He made sure to put plenty of lube on himself and left the bottle out with the cap open, just in case, before rubbing himself against Gojo’s hole. He pressed gently in, letting just the head back it in before he backed out. Gojo whined, a cute little sound, almost like a dog.
Suguru chuckled. “Such a needy puppy. I’m working you up to it, be patient.” Gojo covered his face again, but Suguru grabbed his hands and pulled them away, placing them on Gojo’s thighs. “Hold your legs up for me.”
Gojo held on tight, and despite the bright red shade of his face flushing down his neck and into his chest, he didn’t try to hide again. His breaths became deep and labored as Suguru pushed slowly in and out, gently working a little more of his dick in each time until, finally, he was seated to his hips. He stopped there, letting Gojo adjust and trying not to ram himself any deeper. He was so hot and tight, it felt as if he was trying to snap Suguru’s dick in half.
“Fuck sweetheart,” Suguru moaned. “You’re so tight, so good. How does it feel?”
Gojo’s eyes were closed, and he made a pleased humming sound. “So full,” he whispered, his eyes squeezing shut harder for a second before he relaxed again. “I didn’t know I’d be so… so full.”
Suguru fought back laughter and instead slowly pulled out before pushing back in, soaking in the whimpering sounds Gojo made. “I know baby, I know. You’re taking me so well. Think I can go harder?”
Gojo paused before nodding, his eyes opening and that beautiful blue staring back at Suguru. His eyes caught the dim lamplight and reflected the golden hue, adding to the ethereal otherness of his irises, and Suguru couldn’t contain himself any longer. He withdrew and thrusted back in, making sure to angle himself so that the pleasure from Gojo’s prostate would mingle with the small amount of pain. He wanted to make it good. He needed to make Gojo feel good.
“Ah!” Gojo’s head fell back onto the pillow. “G-Geto—!”
“Suguru,” he growled, correcting him. “When you’re taking my cock, you belong to Suguru.”
“S-Suguru!” Gojo’s mouth fell open as Suguru thrusted a bit faster, leaning down to kiss him harshly.
“That’s it,” he murmured against Gojo’s mouth. “Tell me who you belong to, Satoru. Tell the whole neighborhood.”
“S-Sugu—Suguru—” Gojo moaned his name wantonly, loud enough to warrant a noise complaint from his neighbors, but Suguru didn’t care. The sound of his name coming from those sweet lips was worth it. He could feel Gojo’s thighs tensing and untensing as he fucked him hard, bullying his prostate and driving himself deeper.
“You’re so fucking pretty taking my dick, puppy. Who says you can’t teach an old dog new tricks, hm?” Gojo's only response is a low groan and suddenly his rim is clenching down on Suguru rhythmically. When he looked down, Gojo’s cock was spitting the last few spurts of off-white fluid onto his stomach between them, pooling in his bellybutton and running down the sides of his toned stomach onto Suguru’s sheets. Gojo’s eyes were filled with tears as he muttered nonsense about ‘good, s’good—f-fuck yes—’
Suguru leaned down as he fucked Gojo through it, licking the tears that fell from his eyes and down the sides of his face toward his hair. “You’re doing so good, baby,” he murmured. “Just a little longer for me, it’s my turn now, yeah?”
Gojo nodded, but Suguru wasn’t sure he even fully comprehended what he was saying. He just kept moaning and nodding and whimpering as his eyes fluttered open and shut, arching his back against the bed. Suguru felt his own orgasm approach quickly, and he swore.
“Inside or out, puppy?” Gojo whined and pried his eyes open, but didn’t say anything, and Suguru slipped his face lightly, almost demeaning. “Stay with me pup. You want me to finish inside you or on you?”
“O-on me,” Gojo whimpered, his hands leaving his thighs to claw at Suguru’s chest and shoulders, his legs falling a little but staying in the air. Suguru thrusted inside twice before he pulled out, jerking his cock a few times before spilling his cum onto Gojo’s balls and taint, watching it trail down over his twitching hole. He groaned, holding Gojo’s legs apart to watch it a moment longer before leaning down and placing a kiss on Gojo’s lips, then on the tip of his now-spent cock.
“Stay still, I’m just going to get something to clean you up, okay?”
Gojo nodded at that, and Suguru went into his bathroom, finding two rags and wetting it with warm water. When he came back, he gently wiped Gojo’s face with one, and then cleaned the mess below with the other, careful not to overstimulate his cute new lover. He cleaned himself off and then—after laying down a towel on the damp part of the bed—pulled Gojo’s limp form into his arms. Gojo hummed, his head pressed against Suguru’s chest.
Suguru rubbed his back gently, feeling the muscles there and working out any kinks he found along the way. “Feeling okay?” He asked.
“More than okay,” came the muffled response. “Hips hurt a little though. Didn’t know I could still bend that far at the waist.”
Suguru chuckled. “Sorry, didn’t mean to hurt you. I’ll grab you a motrin in a minute, old man.”
Gojo slapped his shoulder, but didn’t pull away. “I’m not that old.”
Suguru shrugged. “Wouldn’t matter to me if you were. You’re mine now, remember?”
Gojo made an embarrassed sound and buried his face further into Suguru’s chest. He was so damn cute for an old man. He felt Gojo’s body relax slowly and before Suguru knew it, they were both lulled to sleep in the shared aftermath of their orgasms.